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Living life, don't you cry. |
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My life - pain is God. |
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Many nights, painful thoughts occur. |
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Love me - again I'm wrong. |
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In denial I tried to be your friend. |
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I tried to be a good boy. |
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All I see, a hate deep inside. |
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Startle me, someone save me. |
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Now these memories |
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Still I hide |
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They bury me |
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All I want to do...{you are not my real mother}, |
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Is kill you... {so I beat and stab and fuck her}. |
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All I want to do... {you are not my real mother}, |
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Is kill you... {so I beat and stab and fuck her}. |
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All I want to do... {you are not my real mother}, |
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Is kill you... {so I beat and stab and fuck her}. |
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All I want to do... {you are not my real mother}, |
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Is kill you... {so I beat and stab and fuck her}. |
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Looking back I was never ever right. |
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You were my step mom who always wanted me out of your sight. |
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I would come walkin' in and I'd say 'Hello', but you slap me and you make some fucked up comment about my clothes. |
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But I tried to let it pass, but the pictures in my head were with you with a knife up your ass laying dead. |
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So I popped some more caps in your ass. |
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Now your son is such a fuck - Mother fucking bitch never try to play me... |
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You make my life Not so... All I want to do... |
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Is kill you... |
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All I want to do... |
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Is kill you... |
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All I want to do...{you are not my real mother}, |
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Is kill you... {so I beat and stab and fuck her}. |
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All I want to do... {you are not my real mother}, |
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Is kill you... {so I beat and stab and fuck her}. |
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Wish! You! Were dead! Now! |
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How...I know |
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How can I cry over someone I never loved, |
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How can I cry over someone I never loved, |
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Never loved....Never loved... |
